Everything appeared slightly distorted to me just then. I saw the station as the garishly lit shrine of some cult, dedicated to huge iron monsters, bellowing peremptorily at the timid subservient humans, who flocked to and fro in obedient herds. (p.18)
In the foreground too there was only rock: boulders heaped up in a frenzied confusion, in imitation of every imaginable and unimaginable form, a chaos of the grotesque, the obscene, the mad, an exhibition of insane statuary, producing an almost terrifying effect on myin my exhausted condition; I could hardly bear to look, repelled by the extraordinarily bizarre agitation of the lifeless stone. (p.29)
Wherever I looked, I encountered the same blank rejection, as though, by rejecting the hand, I had initiated a mass-reaction in my surroundings. With dreadful finality, the room itself was casting me into outer darkness. (p.138)